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I didn't see Sully for a while after that night. For a while there I hung out in Brooklyn and an old friend introduced me to Joe Pepitone, the former Yankee first baseman. Peppi had just returned from Japan where he'd played for three years. But he told me the Japanese were too set in their ways for him. He was always a little wacky so my guess was that they didn't know what to make of him. Anyway he jumped the Yakult Sparrows in 1973. He was only hitting.163 at the time and that alone explains a lot. But he attracted cooze like nobodies business and I had a great time palling around with him. When I saw he was getting in with the wrong type people I kinda drifted away back to Jersey. Anyway, this is about Sully and me, so... the next time I saw Sully was late May. He set me up with my tux and the time schedules for the pictures and all that shit and we went for our last get together before the wedding. This wasn't his bachelor party -- that came two nights later -- it was kinda tame, especially for Jack. I mean, we saw to it that he got a blowjob from a Union City hooker, but it wasn't the wild scene I thought it would be. Shit, I went home sober and alone.
Anyway, I was trying to find out what my prospects were for getting laid after his wedding.
"Don't count on me and Shelly," he said somberly.
"Are you kidding?"
"I'm serious, what happened, happened. But we're getting married and I don't want you fucking my wife."
"Sure, Jack. That's fine with me. I won't do anything to fuck up your marriage. There's just too many broads around for me to be chasing after Shelly. Not that she's unattractive or nothing like that. Understand?"
"Right. Lemme tell ya somethin, ' " he said slurring his words a little. This wedding is gonna set me up for life."
"You telling me Shelly's rich?"
"No, no, nothing like that. My old man."
"What about him?"
"He's gonna give me ten or fifteen grand to buy a business."
"Hell! That's great news, Jack. Anything in mind?"
"Sure," he said and glanced around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. He lowered his voice and said, "An ice cream parlor in Kearny."
"An ice cream parlor?"
He grinned and took a swallow from his drink. "Yeah. One block from Sister Theresa's Academy."
"The all girls Catholic School, right?"
"That's the one. All that pussy coming and going all day long. I saw 'em. Couldn't believe how many popped in and out of there while I was checking the business out."
"How you find out about the place?"
"My old man."
"Yeah?"
"He knows the owner. They go way back. Guy's got cancer. Wants to unload at a fair price and if word gets out the buyers will lowball him. My father didn't want that. He asked him how much he needed and told me I could have the dough if I wanted a business of my own."
"Sully, I always said you were one lucky bastard. Congratulations again. First you find a great girl, now you got a head start in life too." I put my arm around his shoulder and even kissed him on the head. Then we got roaring drunk.
It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully's side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn't getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there.
Now I had banged Sully's kid sister Megan when she was 15-16, but going away to college and then pro-ball left a large gap. She was 21 now and probably in her last year of college. I figured 5 years made a big difference and besides, the family would be there. Nope, I eliminated her as a sex partner for the big night.
There were other bridesmaids that I hadn't met and of course the wedding guests would have several candidates so all in all, I was looking forward to having a good time and getting laid too.
After meeting the bridesmaids, a boffo red head named Maureen Connally from Philadelphia -- actually, Allentown, became my target. Red haired and fair skinned, with just enough cleavage showing in her gown to produce a nifty bulge in my pleated trousers. And, I detected an interest on her part, catching her sneaking glances my way at dinner the night before the wedding. But, I played it cool and continued checking out the other female guests.
Well, the wedding was a big success, going off without a hitch. Megan surprised me in that she'd grown more beautiful as she matured. She gave me a light kiss after the wedding as we waited to have our pictures taken, but then seemed to avoid me. I didn't notice her attached to any particular guy so I kept an eye on her. Then, at the reception we danced and... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
The reception had just barely started when my Sully's mother leaned over my shoulder. "James, it's so good to see you again."
"Thank you Mrs. Sullivan.
"Please, call me Cathy, we're all adults now."
Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely."
"Now it's my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man."
Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I grinned at her as I recalled the many times I'd jerked off thinking about her.
"Oh, come on Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy, you're one of the best looking women here." I was serious. In her early forties she still looked good.
"Go on with you," she said, obviously pleased with my mild flirtation. "Now how is it that you haven't found yourself a beauty and settled down?"
"Putting me on the spot, eh?"
"No! It's just that... from my view, you're a fine catch and many girls should be trying to get you to ask the big question."
"Well, I'm not gay," I said needlessly.
Embarrassed, Mrs. Sullivan put some space between us and said, "Why, I never intended to... James, I've never thought that of you."
I laughed. "Only teasing Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy. I'm just..."
I thought better of what I was about to say and shifted gears. "I'm still chasing the girls. Haven't given much thought to settling down yet."
"I understand," she said. There must be plenty of them after you though."
"That's the truth."
"And," her breast was back, pressing its weight against me. "Is there anyone special here this evening?"
"No, but I'm Irish and it's a party. I'll find a female companion for the evening, I'm sure."
Mrs. Sullivan leaned forward and kissed me then, trying for my mouth, but only catching my cheek. I excused myself from the table before she could continue and went to the open bar and requested a scotch and water. As I sipped the drink I watched the couples on the dance floor. Shelly and Jack were dancing slowly, cheek-to-cheek. I watched them for a moment and finally was forced to admit that I was more than a little jealous. They made a very attractive couple. I was asking myself when the hell I was going to settle down when a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear, "So when are you getting married?"
I squeezed my glass tightly and turned to see who it was. Maureen's brilliantly red hair framed her freckled face.
"Maureen," she said with a big smile.
"Oh, I know who you are. I'm wondering why you posed the question."
She laughed and it had a very likeable lilt to it. "I'm sorry," she said feigning a rueful expression. "I overheard Mrs. Sullivan giving you the 'why aren't you married yet' routine."
It was my turn to laugh. I put my drink down and said, "Would you like to dance, or might I get you a drink?"
Her green eyes sparkled. "A drink would be great. We can dance later, okay?"
"Certainly. Be right back. Oh, champagne?"
Her tongue licked her lips for a moment before she replied. "The bubbly, by all means."
I 'borrowed' a bottle of Brut from the bar and we sat down and listened to the band. I refilled her glass several times, managing to empty mine a couple times too. There were more people dancing than sitting and when Maureen moved her chair closer my dick began to swell. When she casually draped her hand over my leg it became fully erect.
"Don't ask me to get you another glass," I murmured into her ear.
"Well, why not? I haven't had that much and this is a party."
"I guess it's the proximity of being next to a ravishing redhead, or maybe it's your hand... but I've got a woody that won't quit."
Her cheeks turned red. Then the most lascivious smile I had ever seen broke out across her face.
"Wanna dance?" She said, her voice was low and husky. Translated it sounded like she'd said, "Wanna fuck?"
I took a lingering peek down the front of her dress.
"They're all mine."
"I can see that."
Her hand brushed over my hardon. "That's all you too," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Nothing fake about us," I said with difficulty, for my throat was dry.
Just then, the band began to play a slow ballad. We moved in tandem to the dance floor and I took her into my arms. Maureen reached up and placed her hands around my neck, mine followed her lead and lightly gripped her waist. When her belly pressed against me I moaned softly and dropped my hands to just below her hips. A moment later, they were comfortably squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis into my erection.
Maureen leaned her head against my chest and as I inhaled the dizzying fragrance of her hair, she lifted her head and nipped my earlobe. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.
There was no doubt Maureen couldn't feel my dick jabbing her. And then the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. Maureen declined my offer of another drink, but I needed one, actually two.
"Would you like to go somewhere?" I asked lamely.
"Now?" she replied.
"Well..."
"No. Oh its not you James, it's... all those people watching us."
I wondered had she gone shy all of a sudden? After all, she made more moves on me than I had on her. Then things became clearer.
She blushed, and said, "You're going to think I'm crazy."
"No, no." I said quickly.
"Well... perhaps you can help."
"It would be my pleasure."
Her blush turned even deeper, almost matching her hair.
"Oh, you... stop that!"
"I haven't started anything," I protested.
"You know, " she said as if I did know.
"Okay, how can I help you?"
Before answering she peeked around and surveyed the room. No one was looking. "I need some help with my zipper. It's stuck."
"Where?"
She turned and indicated her back. Sure enough the zipper was open, but not so much as to cause a great deal of embarrassment. And it occurred to me that women usually went to the ladies room in pairs to resolve problems of this nature. She had to be scheming to get me alone for another reason and relief flooded over me. I knew what it was.
"Let me see," and I moved closer.
"Not here, silly! Everyone can see us. Let me go first then you follow, okay?"
"Sure."
Maureen got up and walked out of the reception area. When she turned the corner I followed at a descreet distance.
"Pssst! Come this way, over here," she said. She was standing inside the door to the maintenance closet, not the rest room as I had thought. Tugging my arm, she drew me inside. I found the lightswitch and closed the door behind me.
Damned if she hadn't scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail. That left plenty of room for us.
"Why don't you sit down James."
I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She split her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers.
"It's the zipper. I can't seem to get it down." She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt her pelvic bone rubbing against me.
"Oh!"
"Something wrong?"
"No. Would you see if you can get it?"
"Sure, sure," I managed to mumble. I put my fingers on the little metal tab and pulled. The zipper unzipped cleanly right to the top of her ass without snagging once.
"Hmmmmm," I said quietly.
"That's unbelievable," she said, notwithstanding that I'd zipped in the wrong direction.
"Ummmmm."
"No," she said, "I've had such trouble with it. You wouldn't believe."
"Well these things happen, Maureen, sometimes..."
"Kiss me," she whispered, turning and kissing me hard on the mouth. I pulled her against me, hungrily responding. My dick was straining for release. I pressed it against her and began rubbing it against her thigh. She gasped and pulled off my tuxedo jacket. My hands moved to her thighs and she parted her legs giving me access.
I kissed her ears and her neck, nibbling down her throat, biting at the pulse in her neck. She leaned back and groaned, thrusting her chin up in the air. I kissed back to her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth as she pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to open it up.
"I know, I know," I said, as her fist clenched my cock and slowly jerked me up and down.
She released me and stood up, slightly hunched over and reached between her legs for the zipper of my pants. She grasped the tab, pulled and it slid smoothly down and my dick popped out. Her clasping fingers found my erection and began jerking me off.
Maureen wasn't wasting any time.
"You're so big," she whispered.
"Would you care to kiss it?"
"In a minute okay?" She continued to jerk me off, not rushing mind you, but taking her sweet time.
"Sure, take your time." I wasn't going anywhere. To help pass the time I reached both hands inside the bodice of her gown and snaking them around under her bra and lifted her tits out of their confinement.
"I like it if you squeeze them," she said while hoisting her gown up around her waist and pulling her panties aside. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time."
"Ummm," I managed as she ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. I lifted her up and moved over to the large sink and sat her down.
"Hold on for balance," I whispered.
"Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Hurry! Do me good baby!"
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